Chapter 891 - Several Red Spectres

The sea of memories washed about. Every raindrop was the painter's eye. Combined with the painter's special power, he had absolute advantage in the School of the Afterlife. No wonder even Chang Wenyu did not dare tackle the painter head on. The man in the fog hurried quickly toward the education block in the mirror. The painter stood where he was. He stared at the eye of the storm, and the black arms that reached out from his wounds extended, forming a piece of perfect skin on his chest.